Dusty Roads

Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman   While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields with an eye on home, I would wonder what would become of this place in my heart, would it turn to stone, hardened and discolored, or drip love like from the heart of a new…

Broken Child

Broken child what kind of man have you become no one’s child you’re half the man you wanted to be Inspiration brings to you to the smoking gun tell me, what brings a person to kill a loved one is it because you can’t hide from who you are deep inside polarized, devil warring angel…

Lock Up the Farm II

Lock up the Farm (redone) Money for charms, money for lust, money for hope, love aint enough, you took your blessing and threw it out the door. One takes a hand and returns it with nothing, power is taking from those who were something, Took it for freedom, an illusion bought and dropped to the…

From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door sweet blessed time You brought me to my knees hide and seek in shadows. rocks at swallows in the trees from Lock up the Farm [scanned from…

Visions of the Crow

the pulse in me quickens as my heart gains momentum, my soles are worn from wandering with sack and cane my hand turns bound to display what i have witnessed the visions of a crow on a man in an unmarked grave reportedly from the lost writings of elvis angel

From the Diary of Plutus James

From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer to it as their higher power, their higher selves on a different level of existence. And I believe that it is what gives you foreshadowings, or intimations of your physical and thinking processes, It is…